I drink you in, watering my thirst.
Your cold pierces my skin and I cannot wash you off.
The briskness to your wind cuts to my bones and I crave the way you feel.
Your birds fly into my heart making a ruckus.
Your light is blinding, but I do not need to see.
I open to you, melting your ice with my warmth.
You thought you would freeze me, but I am your divine counterpart.
You cannot conquer me.
You only compliment me.
You sustain me as I sustain you.
You thought we were separate, different—something called individual.
What a fool you’ve been.
To forget we are one.
Waking up to you is like magic.
Waking up to me.